Sword of Autumn Wind

In a world hanging by a thread, where fragile order crumbles under the weight of arrogance, an empire's ambition reignites the catastrophes of a forgotten age. 
Ancient souls, long slumbering, awaken to a realm haunted by echoes of castles and towers, consumed by lust, betrayal, and bloodshed. 
Amid the chaos, mysterious cards—relics of a bygone era—stir with untold power, weaving the threads of magic and fate. 
As the past and present collide, an inevitable doom looms on the horizon, drawing ever closer with each passing moment!

Knights and Magic Wand

Realizing the other party's concerns, Leon nodded regretfully. Recently, there had been a continuous emergence of assassins, and amidst the current turmoil, he could not guarantee absolute safety within his domain: "I can understand your worries, alright."


Listening to the dialogue between the two knights, Martha at another table seemed to have made up her mind and suddenly stood up from her seat.


"Excuse me, my lords, may I say something?"


Larian turned his head upon hearing this: "Of course, madam, please go ahead."


Leon also nodded to the woman, who was about the same age as Elena.


With a smile, Martha bowed deeply to the Ranger Knight who had been protecting everyone along the way: "Lord Larian, I have thought about it, and I would like to stay."


"But..." Larian was still not quite at ease.


"Thank you for your concern, but I really do not wish to burden you and Miss Magreina any longer."


Chapter 138 Leave It All Behind_3